Scale Obsession

I spent the first 32.75 years of my life actively avoiding scales.  And when I say active, I mean ACTIVE--turning my head when being weighed at doctor's offices and threatening the nurses if they even began to utter a number in my presence, lying about my weight at the DMV, stashing my bathroom scale so far behind the hamper that the maid would cease attempting to pull it out and place it on the floor, etc.  It got ugly.

In a shocking turn of events, all that has changed.  It's like I am magnetically drawn to any and every scale that I pass by.

It all started about a week ago.  My boyfriend keeps his bathroom scale smack dab in the middle of the dining room.  For the last two weeks it has been aggressively taunting me as I walk past and glare at it.  Last Monday as I was walking to the kitchen to snag breakfast, I took a deep breath, took three steps to the right, and stepped up on the scale. 

The immediate result is one that you are now well abreast of--I was horrified by the number and driven to act immediately.  The scale had shamed me back onto "the plan". 

The more long term impact is much more shocking.  I now have a scale obsession.  The pros tell you that weighing yourself more than once a week is counter productive; daily is down right destructive.  I wonder what they would say about weighing yourself three times a day.

I am utterly captivated by my daily weight fluctuations.  And I'm pretty sure that it's not healthy.  I'd guess that "normal" lies somewhere in between screaming and running away in horror at the mere sight of a scale and weighing yourself before and after eating an apple to see if anything has changed.

Incidentally, I can definitively say that one's weight does not change immediately after eating an apple.....